Don't Mess with That Dragon-Chapter 467 - 20: Despair and Luck

Thud, thud!

The sharp arrowheads pierced the wild wolves’ fur, running through their necks, pinning them to the ground.

In just a moment, more than half of the wolves lay dead on the ground.

The remaining wolves panicked, fleeing in disarray, disappearing into the dense reeds.

"Alive, we survived!"

Lanier, covered in blood, looked at himself, a chunk of flesh bitten off his arm, his calves full of small holes, blood flowing incessantly, the bite marks of the wild wolves’ sharp teeth.

Around him, none of his companions had died.

In a short time of biting, unless the throat was bitten, it wouldn’t result in instant death.

But, with injuries like theirs, what hope was there in a place like this?!

A heart full of hope just a moment ago, now dimmed to darkness.

Although Lanier didn’t know what bacteria were, or why a bite from wild wolves or dogs would lead to fever and illness, having fled for so long, he was all too clear about the fate that lay ahead.

What’s more, even if they didn’t become ill, with injuries like these, they wouldn’t heal in ten days or half a month.

Without food for ten days or half a month, and with the cold winter approaching, the elderly and weak behind them were not ready for the cold winter.

On the second day of the cold winter, their group might completely vanish in the Kawa Great Forest!

The rustling sound arose, accompanied by the clashing of steel.

The dense reeds around were parted.

"Divine above, could it be a passing adventure team? Hopefully, we can meet some kind-hearted people."

Lanier lay on the ground, praying silently.

On the outskirts of the Kawa Great Forest, due to the large number of undeveloped magic ores and various magic plants used for alchemy potions, there were many adventure teams active in the wilderness.

Nearby cities along the Border Great Wall, along with branch points set up by the Adventurer Guild.

After the battle of the Beastman Royal Court, the super large beastman forces that often breached the Great Wall and raided several duchies nearby disappeared, starting from the adventurers’ tales, ultimately causing large numbers of war refugees to head south.

The adventure teams gathered in the vicinity began to increase significantly.

During their time wandering the wilderness, Lanier and his group had occasionally encountered adventure team members, but those people always left indifferently without even looking.

Despite this, in the stories told by minstrels about legendary adventurers, they would always help those in trouble along the way.

Lanier also hoped that he could be fortunate enough to be among those who were helped.

Even though this hope was very small.

But he still held onto it with eager anticipation. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

A hope amidst despair.

As the sound of iron armor clashing and reeds being pushed aside got closer, a dozen figures appeared one by one from the reeds.

However, seeing the faces of those figures, Lanier’s heart fell into the abyss of despair.

Beastmen,

A team of well-armed and well-armored beastmen!

...

Ten days passed in a flash.

In a blink, the cold winter had arrived, snow completely covering the land, everything around was a vast expanse of white.

The cold wind howled past,

In Pioneer City No. 107, Lanier and his companions stood straight in the snow, their backs ramrod straight, enduring the cold wind around them, not moving an inch.

Not only his companions, but also his family.

The elderly, women, and children in the team stood behind them.

Standing in military posture.

In front of them, a beastman standing straight held a whip, his gaze like a hawk’s scanning the crowd, his eyes like knives scraping across each face.

This made Lanier, who wanted to scratch an itch, too scared even to move.

He stood straight in the snow, letting the snowflakes fall from the sky.

The thick new clothes were very warm,

allowing him to withstand the cold of winter.

It was said that these clothes were woven using wool.

Wool, Lanier had seen it.

Before their territory was burned to ruins by the enemy nation, the stingy lord there kept a few sheep, and Lanier had been conscripted, leaving farm work in broad daylight to herd sheep.

Lanier’s impression of those sheep was not very good.

Wool had a certain rank smell, but these clothes were strange, not only without any odor of sheep, but they smelled fresh and natural.

Lanier thought that even the former lord probably didn’t have such fine fabric to wear.

"Thank you, great His Highness Austin."

Thinking about what happened these past few days, it almost felt like a dream to Lanier.

Ten days ago, when that group of well-armed beastmen appeared, Lanier thought he was done for.

Not only did he think so, but his companions around him also fell into the depths of despair.

Wild beastmen, very ferocious.

Very hostile to humans.

Their usual practice was to take everything from humans, and after killing them, take the bodies back as food.

Along the way, they had been extremely cautious, luckily avoiding the beastman tribes around the area.

In the end, they never expected to fall here.

Originally hoping to escape with their lives, this time they became food for someone else’s table.

Utter despair.

But Lanier never expected that the beastmen merely muttered and discussed for a while, then tied them up, and applied some "brown soil" to their wounds.

The wounds bitten by wild wolves felt a cool sensation, the initial burning pain disappearing completely.

If not for the bloody wounds, one might think they hadn’t been injured at all.

Then, Lanier and the others were driven away by the beastmen, like herding sheep.

Along the way, nervousness filled their hearts.

The future was unknown, with worries about their families.

Mostly, it was despair.

They feared the beastmen would take them back as living food, and who knew if they would be boiled or roasted.

But what Lanier never expected was that everything turned out to be vastly different from their imagination.

A few refugee farmers were escorted by the beastmen back to a newly established large city.

On the walls of the city, beastmen workers were laying bricks, using "gray soil" to stick the red half-person-high bricks, layer upon layer, rising to a height of more than ten people, looking like a solid mountain.

All around the city, there were construction sites everywhere.

Streets, houses, various facilities were not yet completed, but the layout completely different from traditional cities intrigued everyone.

Watching the orderly movement of beastmen around, Lanier suddenly felt that this journey might not be as hopeless as imagined.